“There won’t be a next time,” he rushed to assure her.
“You are right, there won’t be because I’m not doing this with you again.”
“No, Wayla, sweetheart,” Hellion reached out to grab her hand.“Don’t say that.”
“Why do you even care?It was one kiss.”
He looked at her like she was crazy.“Didn’t you hear the part about my brain melting?”
Wave just rolled her eyes.
“I’d like to take you out for a date,” Hellion said.He didn’t release her hand even when she tried to tug it free.
“And I’d like the moon to stop rolling around and messing with my sleep, but we can’t always get what we want.”
“Wh—not important,” Hellion muttered and then looked at her pleadingly again.“Please, Wayla.Let me make it up to you?”
“I don’t do relationships,” Wave said and finally managed to pull her hand free.Except fake ones, her mind helpfully provided, and heat flushed through her as the memory of Marc’s lips at her ear resurfaced.Fuck, she’d need one more round with the vib—
“Wayla.”Hellion’s voice snapped her out of her fantasies.He looked at her intently, and Wave knew her cheeks were flushed and her breaths coming a bit too fast.She was still way too wound up.“What was that?”he inquired, and Wave had an idea.
“That was me fantasizing about Marc,” she replied with a quirked brow.
“Marc?Our Marc?”He sounded baffled.
“How many Marcs do you know?”
“A few,” he replied and looked her over again.“Marc,” he murmured again, this time to himself.
“Doesn’t matter who—”
“Kinda does, for me.”
“And what about if it’d been Jarred?”Wave narrowed her eyes.Hellion’s face remained calm, and he nodded.
“Our Jarred.”
“What are you mumbling about?”She was getting frustrated with this whole discussion.Hellion smiled.
“I’m trying to work out how I feel about that.”
“You don’t have anything to work—” The sentence died on her lips as Hellion lunged, pushing her under him on the bed and crushing his lips to hers.He kissed her hard.His body pressed into hers, and he cradled her face between his palms as he proceeded to shut down every brain cell she had ever possessed.
Just a kiss, Wave chanted to herself, even when she felt the heat starting to concentrate in her lower belly.
Just a kiss, she swore, when Hellion’s tongue danced with hers and his teeth scraped her lower lip, pulling it into his mouth.
Just a kiss, she tried to convince herself as her thighs started to shake.They moved apart of their own volition, making space for Hellion’s hips to slot in between them.The moment his erection brushed against her pussy through her panties, Wave’s back arched, and she screamed through the orgasm that ripped into her.
“Holy shit,” Hellion panted, holding her.“Do that again,” he demanded, and pulled her lips back to his.Wave tried to shake her head in denial, but his lips were so soft and coaxing, she couldn’t help but lean into them.
At some point, her arms had locked around his shoulders, and her nails were digging into his neck.Hellion didn’t seem to mind as he coaxed her lips open again and teased her tongue into his mouth.
He was lying on top of her, and somehow, he managed to make Wave feel like she was in control.He wasn’t grinding into her; she was grinding into him.Her legs were tangled with his, and the feel of his jeans against her skin felt abrasive, annoying.She needed skin.
Slowly, some part of her brain seemed to wake up.She still growled low in her throat as she forced her fingers to let go and pulled at his shirt.Hellion obeyed easily, leaning back just enough to pull the shirt over his head and tossing it aside.
It was enough to distract her for a moment, and she shamelessly ogled his chiseled chest and toned stomach.But the tiny voice was getting louder, and Hellion wasn’t turning her brain into mush at the moment with his kisses.
